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passion passion passion.
what the fuck is wrong with me?
how do these such things happen?
i saw these two beautiful women together last night at starbucks. they were so caught up in eachother it was as though No one else was there, no one else existed and no one else will ever matter. they sat so close but i could tell they weren't able to bear the distance. it was gorgeous. just the two of them in their own little world, needing and wanting nothing more, and breathing and living on one another's every word and sweet touches and fiery kisses.
that's the way it should be. that's the way it was for me and someone else, yet i don't believe other parts of us matched well. now this one, pretty perfect when it comes to humour and talent. but i haven't had conversations like the ones we had, she hasn't shared her secrets with me, or read to me, or talked to me in a little voice. so i'm anxious for that, hopeful it comes. she may be perfect in so many ways, but i'm an idiot. a fool. unable to understand myself nor much or anything that comes about inside me, feelings i can't control and stray from. damnit.
there is no passion. and it may just be my fault. we may just be meant to be friends. or maybe i just need to wait a while.
and so instead you're on my mind.
damnit.
i need to shower. and finish my poetry work. and hang out with this beautiful girl? also going to be a disaster i'm sure. haha. she's too beautiful for me to be around for much too long.
wish me luck?
what the fuck is wrong with me?
how do these such things happen?
i saw these two beautiful women together last night at starbucks. they were so caught up in eachother it was as though No one else was there, no one else existed and no one else will ever matter. they sat so close but i could tell they weren't able to bear the distance. it was gorgeous. just the two of them in their own little world, needing and wanting nothing more, and breathing and living on one another's every word and sweet touches and fiery kisses.
that's the way it should be. that's the way it was for me and someone else, yet i don't believe other parts of us matched well. now this one, pretty perfect when it comes to humour and talent. but i haven't had conversations like the ones we had, she hasn't shared her secrets with me, or read to me, or talked to me in a little voice. so i'm anxious for that, hopeful it comes. she may be perfect in so many ways, but i'm an idiot. a fool. unable to understand myself nor much or anything that comes about inside me, feelings i can't control and stray from. damnit.
there is no passion. and it may just be my fault. we may just be meant to be friends. or maybe i just need to wait a while.
and so instead you're on my mind.
damnit.
i need to shower. and finish my poetry work. and hang out with this beautiful girl? also going to be a disaster i'm sure. haha. she's too beautiful for me to be around for much too long.
wish me luck?